Tumbleweed

I speak
but the words don’t sound,
they're too controversial,
so I’m tuned out.
They're not thinking for themselves,
for their minds have been tampered with;
lies of liberty, justice, and the American dream,
cloud their independent thought.
It seems they rather die
dependent and deprived,
than fight for truth,
given that my words are simply tossed
into the wind.
There they blow!
The letters tangled and dry,
a tumbleweed comes to mind.

By: Brandy Ruiz